ISOLDE
The room tilts at the strange old woman’s words, and the more I think about them, the less they make sense.
“D… dying?” My throat tightens. “Who are you, and why would you say that?”
“I’m Morgan, a high sorcerer, and yes, you heard me right, child. No medication can fix your predicament unless you get your wolf back.”
A single bead of sweat traces a path down the side of my head.
“Inner wolves are like half of a werewolf’s soul. They grow attached as you age, as the human form cannot stand alone, especially…” She pauses, tapping her staff against the floor. “When you carry Alpha blood. You will wither away and die. The signs are already manifesting.”
My knees buckle, and I stagger, barely catching myself. I study Morgan closely, waiting for her to laugh and admit it was a tri
